He is moving on
leaving this place
Not like a sad country song
Or some drunken low class tale
of suitcases in the night
and slammed doors
He is going
Setting sail away
Like a healing wound
Or the slow growing of sapling
to shady tree and
home for hammock
I will let him
Because on my scales
All of this love I hold
and all of the love he holds
can't outweigh the present pain
and problematic pathos
I will let him
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